'tis the season

Overheard at Winners, where I was shopping for a new sweater, because three of mine have decided to die and become unsuitable for work-wear in the last week:

Woman: (with dyed blonde pageboy haircut, wearing long white coat from rack) Oh, I just don't know when I'd wear it.

Man: Get it honey, it saves me the trouble. You never like anything I get for you, this way you won't have to return it later.

Woman: Should I get it? I just don't know when I'd wear it.

(Repeat in form of several minor variations of above.)

Daughter: (Exasperated as only teenagers can be) Mom, you know you have, like TWENTY coats at home. Once I came home from school and the coats collapsed the rack in the closet. I thought we were being robbed! It was loud! (Looks around to see if anyone heard her and thought it was funny.)

(Long bit of quiet where they mill about and don't speak.)

Man: I never know what to get for you. You never like my presents. I always get it wrong and then you return it.

Woman: Do you like this coat? I really like it. I just don't know when I'd wear it.

Man: Look, honey, why don't you just get it? It will be a good present. I'll give it to you. Then I'll know that you like it.

Woman: I don't know. I just don't know.

(Long bit of quiet where they mill about and don't speak)

Me: It's too big. (Pause, slowly gaining confidence.) It's too big on you. (Walking up and gesturing near her shoulders.) It's just too big. It makes you look like you have no shape, and you do.

Woman: (honestly relieved) Thank you!

Me: Oh, no problem.